Zhang Qing stood there with a solemn face, quickly rolling his eyes, but Niu Jian couldn't grasp the deeper meaning for a moment. Niu Jian suddenly got anxious, "Damn, Old Zhang, are you rolling your eyes at me? You think I'm blowing hot air, huh? Brother Bao is young and vigorous, like a bull, and that chick inside looks weak and tender. One look and you'd know she can't take it, didn't you hear how excited and crazy the sounds were just now…"
Suddenly, a chill swept across Niu Jian's back, instantly making him feel a cold shiver, and he couldn't help but glance behind him.
A stunning woman, exceptionally graceful, stood with her arms crossed at the door, her exquisite face adorned with no less than a pound of frosty expression.
Niu Jian's big mouth dropped open wide enough to fit two eggs.
"Go on, I'm all ears," Ling Wanqiu said, standing at the door, somehow having been there for who knows how long.
